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InSaNiTy: WaNt My CaRd?** Lead me into life
covered with blood and guilt
blood stained sundresses.
Murdered with
a 35 calibur.
My happiness falls like
a slinky down the stairs,
Drip Drop
Flip Flop.
A shadow cast over the basement
trembling downwards
in a falling motion.
Bullets spray the walls
like watering the daisies,
popping up around the walls in red circles.
Mommy falls down to the basement,
dress getting a dye job from uncle Tony.
Daddy screams, "Maria! Maria!"
Uncle Tony touches my face,
calloused and rough fingers
like the thick lollipops at the market.
His breath is rigid with alcohol.
I run to the stairs where mommy lies gasping
her face pale as the sheets on my bed.
Uncle Tony grabs my shoulder and holds the 35
against my head it's cold.
Uncle Tony pulls another 35 from his ankle,
like he grew spikes too.
Daddy's head feel's the coolness too
only he looks more scared then I do.
BAM!
I fall to my knees and catch a shower of blood.
What have I done?
Mommy, Daddy...
